Why is it always a tragedy?

You have no idea how many times I typed all that down and deleted it. (I am referring to the story of my thoughts by “that”)

it all seems great and wonderful when it is inside my brain, but when i say it aloud (or in this case; type it down) it seems sarcastically unimportant.

i haven’t lived for about two years. everything has changed, suddenly and adversely. i don’t feel good at all.

yes! i don’t feel good at all! that’s the best way to explain it.